Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.